Saturday, September 15, 2001
its just good to be out of the house. dan, now you know. sorry it had to come to you by me yelling at you from the street. it is nothing new, but something i couldn't deal with anymore, which is why i moved out. its my fault for not confronting it earlier, like when it first started middle of freshman year, and then for prolonging it by agreeing to move back in sophmore year. i thought i could deal with it again when you moved in, because at least i wasn't with my parents and without you we would have been fucked after jay and blake dicked us. i was wrong again. everyone warned me, my parents, my friends from high school who i talked to about it, but i didn't listen because i loved that house. my bad. whatever. its what i get for repressing emotions.
i am sick of arguing about the fucking spiders. this is one of my major qualms with you. you always have to be right. i am going to do what i always do and just nod and agree with you. so, without further ado, there is no such thing as a daddy long legs with poison. i am full of shit. there, now be there any truth in what i said or not, you can have your piece of mind about being right. because you are always right
me and matt were talking earlier. these blogs started out with the best intentions, but have taken a big slide towards destructive. it started out when manuel balls out attacked matt when he got his first blog. there are some things you would never say to another person's face, things they don't want to know. it is really easy to sit behind your computer screen and pour your emotions out into this little text box here. unfortunately, everyone else reads these things. but you are safe, because it is only your blog, safely hidden on your screen. it gives you a false sense of confidence that you can say whatever you want, about who ever you want. guilty as charged.
if only we could go back to the way it was before blogging. trav would still be reserved, never starting crap with anyone. i would still be hiding my feelings about dan, accepting them. we wouldn't be able to say the things we really shouldn't say. we would all have our fake happy pretenses to wrap around ourselves like a blanket. but you know what? fuck that. i would rather have people angry at me, and know how i really feel than have to keep hiding shit just for the sake of holding together an already dwindling social group
i am sick of arguing about the fucking spiders. this is one of my major qualms with you. you always have to be right. i am going to do what i always do and just nod and agree with you. so, without further ado, there is no such thing as a daddy long legs with poison. i am full of shit. there, now be there any truth in what i said or not, you can have your piece of mind about being right. because you are always right
me and matt were talking earlier. these blogs started out with the best intentions, but have taken a big slide towards destructive. it started out when manuel balls out attacked matt when he got his first blog. there are some things you would never say to another person's face, things they don't want to know. it is really easy to sit behind your computer screen and pour your emotions out into this little text box here. unfortunately, everyone else reads these things. but you are safe, because it is only your blog, safely hidden on your screen. it gives you a false sense of confidence that you can say whatever you want, about who ever you want. guilty as charged.
if only we could go back to the way it was before blogging. trav would still be reserved, never starting crap with anyone. i would still be hiding my feelings about dan, accepting them. we wouldn't be able to say the things we really shouldn't say. we would all have our fake happy pretenses to wrap around ourselves like a blanket. but you know what? fuck that. i would rather have people angry at me, and know how i really feel than have to keep hiding shit just for the sake of holding together an already dwindling social group
